without the desire to serve and a love of the town,
ignoring the tradition that had been handed down,
he tore in the department and worked hard to advance,
so heartless to the gutless unprepared to take a chance,

providence is where they came to make a living,
generation after generation numbers of a man,
trying to scrape together wonders of tradition,
providence is where they came, providence is where they stayed...

how many times did you run in through hell,
do you still hear the screams,
the siren or the bell,
and all the horrible stories that you never tell,
its all part of the job,
if your doing it well...

promotions never asked for but accepted,
awards and medals humbilly collected,
so heartless to to the hardened before he lost his he retired

providence is where they came to make a living,
generations yet to be, forget the one you made,
side effects of save and give and grieve,
and providence is where they came, providence is where they stayed...

how many times did you run in through hell,
do you still hear the screams,
the siren or the bell,
and all the horrible stories that you never tell,
its all part of the job,
if your doing it well...if your doing it well...

how many times did you run into hell,
how many times did you run into hell,
how many times did you run into, how many times did you run into,
how many times did you run into hell